Pixie Stix Cabin Roof [Sunday, Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

Effy didn't know any dead people. Not well enough to get any visitors the last couple days, anyway, and for that she was grateful. Her live and kicking relatives were more than enough for her to deal with.

Or they had been. Right now, she was hearing so little from any of them, it was... weird. Tony was on an island in South East Asia doing some kind of voluntary crap, her mum had skipped off to Italy with no return date in sight (and had already been there a week before she decided to mention this, in a voicemail no less), and when it came to her dad... Who the fuck knew. Either way, it meant a quiet few weeks. She'd claim until the end of time she didn't care but... she was here, and they all seemed to be forgetting she even existed. It was a shitty feeling.

She didn't have much to unpack, and even if she had she wouldn't be in the mood to do anything about it right now, and just being in a small cabin with eight other people with nothing to distract her wasn't really her speed tonight. Like it ever was.

So, brooding. Sulking. Smoking. Whatever. On the roof. No dead relatives or friends necessary.

[[It's a roof, so, you know... ooopen, if anyone else would clamber up there. Or wants to talk at her from down below. I'm bored.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex didn't know why he'd left his alcove and come outside where it was hot but he had. At least the sun was starting to set so the temperature was going down some.

Still, it wasn't dark enough that he couldn't spot someone familiar on one of the cabin roofs and he couldn't help but stopping.

"Cabin that shitty?" he called up to her, arms crossed.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged, assuming if he could see her from down there, he could see that. "Wasn't feeling the kum-ba-ya first night bonding thing." Really, really wasn't.

"Notice you're not chumming up with yours."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I was in there earlier," Alex told her, wandering closer to the cabin. "And I even got a visitor."

Even if Wesley had been there because he'd gotten his ass lost.

"That mean I'm better than you?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"No." Never, come on now.

"You write them dirty a dirty limerick too?" It would've drawn her to visit him, if she'd actually remembered which cabin he was in.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It was a guy so no." God, he hoped not, at least. "That what I sent you? I lost count of what I sent after a few texts. Feeling a little forgetful lately."

Or a little drunk. One or the other.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"That on purpose?" Purposeful memory loss was one she'd tried for herself. Not that reliable. It took a lot of alcohol, and worked better on some occasions than others.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I haven't had anything to drink today." He shrugged and peered up at her. "Maybe I'm just getting old."

Unlikely.

"Maybe I just sent a lot of dirty texts," he added. "You could be one of many."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," she agreed, idly stubbing out her cigarette on the roof beside her and leaning forward to peer down at him. "But if you can't remember, they probably weren't very interesting."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I can't remember yours." Maybe he could. If he tried. He could be a stubborn ass too. "That mean you're not interesting to me today?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Means your poetry wasn't very interesting." Because her not being exciting to him was not an option.

"You remember me." And he didn't remember the poetry, therefore...

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Think so?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow at that even if she couldn't see it. Getting up on the roof would probably be better for conversation but...not yet.

"Why so confident about that?" Especially since he'd been bitchy lately.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"That you remember me?" Well, he was here and talking to her, so... there was that. "Figured it'd be obvious if you didn't."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Obvious to who?" Alex asked, just poking for answers. "I could just be having a nice day, talking to people I see outside on my way to get trashed."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"All these 'could's and 'maybe's," Effy noted. "Little bit suspicious." They fell back on them a lot when they were doing their vague and non-committy bit.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex wasn't going to answer that just yet. Instead, he was going to ask, "Can I fucking come up there? I feel like a Shakespearean hero right now."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

A brief hint of amusement tugged at Effy's lips, and she tipped her head back behind her.

"Easy way up 'round the back." Or relatively so. It had been worth the effort. She liked heights, okay?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I've climbed onto roofs before," he said, disappearing from her view so he could actually get up on the roof and stop hollering like he was some fucking movie cliche.

Once up there, he couldn't help stomping on the roof a few times to send a message to her cabinmates below before wandering over.

"Suspicious how?" he asked, rounding back to that question. "You some detective now?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Can't you just see it? Me solving crime and upholding the law." She'd have to arrest herself several times over.

... No, definitely not her calling. "I just know you, she clarified. Didn't have to be a detective for that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You think you do." He was just feeling petulant and edgy tonight. Of course he was going to try and argue with her. "You know what I let you know."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"How are you so sure about that?" she threw back easily. He'd asked similar of her, she was just giving it back now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You some sort of mind reader?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. "If you're not, then you know what I let you know. If you are, we're gonna have some issues if you've kept that from me for this long."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Because they were so completely issue-free anyway.

"Can't dig around in your brain. Don't worry." And in truth, she wouldn't really want it that way. Where was the challenge in knowing everything you wanted to? "Your deep dark secrets are safe."

For this rare occasion, she was sensible enough not to mention other ways she might be able to find things out about him. Not like she used any of them anyway.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"So, what makes you think you know me, then?" Alex wondered, glancing at her. "Just your everlasting confidence? Could be failing you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, partly that. The confidence (or, at least the illusion of such) was always a factor.

"Didn't say I knew every little thing," she pointed out, leaning back on her hands. "Just that throwing around so many vague terms, makes me think you're avoiding admitting something." And so was she when the situation was reversed.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I've got nothing to admit," he said, shaking his head. "So, you're wrong there. Basing all your observations off semantics? That's a little weak, isn't it? I expected better."